Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
SALVATORE
T his is my lucky night. I can’t believe how easy this is and as she trembles against the wall in the elevator, I experience a deep sense of satisfaction.
I won again and the game was a short one this time.
I regard her through heavy lust-filled eyes, and I like what I see. A virgin sacrifice that unexpectedly fell into my lap. I offered her five hundred thousand dollars. That’s an expensive habit I’ve got and a life-changing night for her in every sense of the word.
I expect my money’s worth.
She asks what she must do. If she knew she would be jabbing her finger on the lobby button and running screaming from my hotel. She doesn’t realize that surrendering your soul to the devil costs way more than she may be prepared to give.
I stare into her glistening eyes and note the fear radiating back at me. She shivers under my predatory gaze and yet there is a vulnerability there that should make me reconsider ruining her. I said should , but I ruin people for a living, which is why I have the money to play these despicable games.
The elevator reaches its destination and as the doors open, I nod toward the gaping exit.
“Why don’t I show you instead?”
Her eyes widen and yet there is a curiosity in them that makes me smile. For all her innocence, she is intrigued, and I like it.
I turn and walk away, presuming she will follow me. She is now my employee and I expect her to put everything into her job.
We head to the suite of rooms that occupy this entire level of the hotel. The penthouse, if you like, which is usually reserved for me. Tonight is no different as we make our way through the double doors, revealing the breath-taking view of Vegas and the brightly lit room where an angel is about to fall.
She hovers nervously by the door, and I shrug off my jacket, toss it onto the leather couch, and say deeply, “You have exactly one minute to make your final decision.”
“Um, you haven’t told me what is required.”
I turn and note the uncertainty in her expression as she twists her fingers nervously and stares at me with trepidation.
I sit on the couch and lean back, dragging my heavy lust-filled gaze the length of her, and say huskily, “Sex, angel. I will teach you why the man you pledged your life to is not worthy of your gift. To demonstrate why you should make better decisions and to repay your losses on the table tonight. Then you will leave my hotel and begin your new life safe in the knowledge that the only thing of true value you lost tonight was your innocence.”
“Um–” She swallows hard, and her voice shakes as she whispers, “What’s in it for you? I don’t understand.”
I’m impressed with her question. Nobody ever asks me that and her curious gaze is ripping an unexpected hole through my well-guarded heart.
I offer a rare genuine smile and say gently, “Perhaps I want something that money can’t buy. A breath of pure air in an otherwise toxic environment.”
I pat the seat beside me and love how she fixes me with a wary smile and yet heads my way with an innocent gleam in her eye.
As she drops down beside me, I reach for her hand and say softly, “Does it surprise you that I have a lot of sex?”
She smiles shyly. “No, it doesn’t surprise me at all.”
I chuckle softly and love how her eyes widen and a faint hint of color stains her pale cheeks.
I grasp her hand and raise it to my lips as I stare deep into her eyes and say earnestly, “I am a rich man. I get what I want–always. My business is hard, cruel, and satisfying, and sex with me is merely an extension of that.”
“So–” She licks her dry lips. “You want to pay for me but it’s a lot of money for something–” She falters, and I love her embarrassment as she whispers, “Well, something I know nothing about. You will be disappointed.”
I reach up and cup her face in my rough hands and whisper, “I doubt it.”
I give her no time to answer and brush my lips against hers and inhale the scent of purity, relishing the moment when I change this woman’s life. I am buying her innocence and becoming the one memory she will look back on, no matter what happens next. Her first time will be shrouded in dark memories of when her life changed as the result of a sordid peep show in a vulgar hotel room.
As I brush my lips against hers, I revel in my power, her faint gasp causing my cock to swell painfully in my restricted pants. Our tongues entangle as her lips part, allowing me to taste sweet victory.
She is nervous, hesitant, and curious, and I am experiencing something unusual. Virgins don’t cross my path very often and it’s been a very long time since the last one. I usually have sex with whores or ambitious women. Not women who have yet to experience the joy of what nature does best.
As she kisses me, my fingers drift to her slender neck and unzip the dress, so it falls to her waist and her small gasp of horror that falls into my mouth makes me smile against her willing lips.
I say nothing and run my thumb under the lacey fabric of her bra and tease her erect nipple, loving how she gasps as I push her back against the leather couch. I say nothing because words aren’t needed now and as she falls back, I ease the dress away from her body and toss it to the ground.
As I pull away her eyes widen as I stare into them and whisper huskily, “Do you accept my offer, angel?”
She shivers under my lustful gaze and yet the fire in her eyes answers me before her words and she licks her lower lip and nods shyly.
“Yes.”
I stare at the beauty before me and say softly, “Yes what, angel?”
Her face bursts with color and she won’t meet my eyes as she whispers nervously, “Yes, I agree to your terms.”
I say nothing and her gaze drifts to mine as I remove my shirt, loving the way her eyes feast on my body as I reveal it to her.
There’s a hunger in her expression that reassures me and as I unfasten my belt, her rapid breathing causes her chest to heave and her pupils to dilate.
I shrug out of my pants and underwear and my cock is grateful for the freedom. As I palm it, my eyes flash as I regard the virgin sacrifice trembling before me and deep satisfaction floods through my jaded soul because it’s at times like this, I fucking love being me.